Forces of Self-Shedding by Jute Gyte Lyrics
I cannot countenance the thought
Of broken glass
Remaining broken glass
The experience
Of repetition
As death
Memories
Once shifting
Grown solid
Dismantling the past piece by piece
Self-contempt and hatred for the lost self
The full force of time's depth's horror
Cast back to the chain of desires
Nailed
To the cross of the ruined past
Regression and nullification
Greed
Greed of time and being
I cannot countenance the thought
Of broken glass remaining broken glass
The experience of repetition as death
Memories once shifting grown solid
Dismantling the past
Piece by piece
Self-contempt
And hatred
For the lost self
The full force
Of time's depth's horror
Cast back to the chain of desires
Nailed
To the cross of the ruined past
Regression and nullification
Greed
Greed of time and being
This vanity finds expression in the whole way in which things exist
In the infinite nature of Time and Space
As opposed to the finite nature of the individual in both
In the ever-passing present moment as the only mode of actual existence
In the interdependence and relativity of all things
In continual Becoming without ever Being
In constant wishing and never being satisfied
In the long battle which forms the history of life
Where every effort is checked by difficulties
And stopped until they are overcome
Time is that in which all things pass away
It is merely the form under which the will to live
The thing-in-itself and therefore imperishable
Has revealed to it that its efforts are in vain
It is that agent by which at every moment all things in our hands become as nothing
And lose any real value they possess
Of broken glass
Remaining broken glass
The experience
Of repetition
As death
Memories
Once shifting
Grown solid
Dismantling the past piece by piece
Self-contempt and hatred for the lost self
The full force of time's depth's horror
Cast back to the chain of desires
Nailed
To the cross of the ruined past
Regression and nullification
Greed
Greed of time and being
I cannot countenance the thought
Of broken glass remaining broken glass
The experience of repetition as death
Memories once shifting grown solid
Dismantling the past
Piece by piece
Self-contempt
And hatred
For the lost self
The full force
Of time's depth's horror
Cast back to the chain of desires
Nailed
To the cross of the ruined past
Regression and nullification
Greed
Greed of time and being
This vanity finds expression in the whole way in which things exist
In the infinite nature of Time and Space
As opposed to the finite nature of the individual in both
In the ever-passing present moment as the only mode of actual existence
In the interdependence and relativity of all things
In continual Becoming without ever Being
In constant wishing and never being satisfied
In the long battle which forms the history of life
Where every effort is checked by difficulties
And stopped until they are overcome
Time is that in which all things pass away
It is merely the form under which the will to live
The thing-in-itself and therefore imperishable
Has revealed to it that its efforts are in vain
It is that agent by which at every moment all things in our hands become as nothing
And lose any real value they possess